THC/The Houses Competition

House: Hufflepuff

Class: Muggle Studies

Prompt(s): [Object] An open packet of crisps.

[Pairing - Any] Sirius Black and Hermione Granger

Word Count: 1068

"You ate all the crisps again! Including the prawn ones my parents sent me!" Hermione yelled, holding out an empty bag she'd found in the rubbish bin. Sirius looked from the couch. He'd been watching a show on the telly, one of things he'd been very happy Hermione had managed to get to work despite the fact Grimmauld Place didn't actually have electricity.

"I didn't eat them all. There's still a few left in here," he answered, holding up the brightly colored yellow and pink bag. Hermione could tell he'd just started eating them, having stolen the bag from her stash in the cabinet, same as the one in the rubbish bin. She sighed in exasperation.

"And how many times have I told you not to eat my food?" she asked, crumbling the empty bag in her hands. It made a lovely crinkling noise, a few tiny crumbs fell to the floor. Hermione ignored them.

"I lost count, love. Probably about as many times as you've said if you didn't love me, you'd have me murdered in my sleep?" Sirius suggested. Hermione sighed. He was right. She did say that quite a bit, not that she meant a word of it.

"I did not survive the Battle of Hogwarts, go back and graduate, and accidentally bring you back to life for you to steal my crisps," she stated, glaring at him.

"No, you brought me back because you thought it was a brilliant idea to try and use the books in my family's personal library for research, not thinking about the fact I came from a very long line of Dark wizards and most of those books, at least the ones you wanted, had some sort of curse on them," he pointed out. "You're lucky it only brought me back and didn't send you to meet me in the afterlife. It was a bit boring there," he added as an afterthought. Hermione ignored it.

"I had no idea it would bring you back, not that I'm complaining about that part," Hermione laughed. Sirius shook his head, a smile on his face.

"No, you just moved in with me since I could get the library to do what you wanted and then, for some reason neither of us can understand, you fell head over heels in love with me. And since you love me so much, isn't it only natural to share your food, especially these?" he asked, holding up the bag. Hermione wasn't even sure there was anything left in it other than a few crumbs.

"I can't get those ones here and you know it, Sirius. My parents sent them special," she pointed out, giving him another glaring look.

"Sorry, they're just so good, I love this flavor and I wasn't planning on you finding out I'd eaten them. You got home a few minutes early."

"What were you planning on doing, apparating to Australia and buying more before I got home from work?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Sirius shrugged, looking guilty.

"That might have been the plan, or maybe I was just planning on hiding the evidence and hoping you'd forget you had the crisps?" he asked, his voice full of hope. Hermione almost burst out laughing. She would have if she wasn't so annoyed with him right now.

"So, instead of doing either, you left the evidence right in the bin for me to see while I started dinner, knowing full well you could have just banished it, or incinerated it-"

"You said I couldn't incinerate things in the house anymore, remember?" Sirius asked.

"Only because you managed to set the sofa on fire!"

"There was a spider, besides, the sofa was the ugliest shade of blue ever. This one is much better, prettier, softer, and if I'd thought about it, I would have set the sofa on fire years ago. No loss there."

"Yes, there was a spider, because we have ants, because you're getting crisp crumbs all over the floor from my bag of crisps that you stole and are currently still eating."

"Am not," Sirius stated, holding up the now completely empty bag. "Right, I was supposed to get rid of the evidence," he laughed, pointing his wand at the bag. "Evanesco," he said, watching the bag disappear. "Here, hand me the one in your hands and I'll do the same to it," he offered, reaching out his free hand.

"No," Hermione said, shoving it back into the rubbish bin. "I've got dinner cooking, just take it out of the oven when the timer beeps. I'll be in the library."

Sirius watched her leave before rising to his feet and vanishing the empty crisp bag just because he could.

Hermione looked back at the book and then at the sheet of parchment she'd been making notes on. Taking up getting a mastery in ancient runes had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time she'd done it. Now, it seemed like she'd managed to hit a wall on figuring out this text.

"No, that doesn't work, that isn't even close to an actual word," she muttered, trying to keep her mind on the text in front of her and not the fact she was thinking about Sirius and her stolen crisps.

She brought the quill to her lips, tapping them with its tip. She knew she'd have ink on her mouth later, but it helped her think. She had a feeling she was getting closer when she heard the door open.

"Hermione?" Sirius' voice asked from the front of the library. She couldn't actually see him, given that the library seemed almost infinite at times.

She smiled. Sirius. Either that meant dinner was done, or he'd come up with something completely off the wall to apologize for eating her crisps. She figured it was dinner, since did have a habit of losing track of time.

"Over here, behind the oak shelf," she called out. She didn't hear Sirius' footsteps, but suddenly several unopened bags of crisps fell from the air around her. She burst out laughing. He'd honestly done it, apparated to Australia and replaced the ones he'd eaten. She picked them up, looking at them.

"And you found a new flavor," she yelled, excited to try them.

"I did! Oh, and dinner's done, so take the quill out of your mouth for now and let's eat!"

Hermione nodded, setting everything aside, including the twenty new bags of crisps and headed to eat dinner with the wizard she loved.